Said goodbye to my students.
Again.
How do I keep getting in these one year teaching positions? Makes it hard on my heart. This past week was hard. Hard mentally and emotionally.
I did all the "teacher stuff" gave out finals, corrected assignments and papers, finalized grades, and passed some seniors that I probably shouldn't have. And then the fun stuff--signed yearbooks, end of year parties, opened baby presents, read sweet notes, shed tears, gave hugs, ate at the faculty year-end social, said goodbyes, and participated in graduation.
Lastly,
I packed up my room.
Like the final nail.
The final goodbye. Sort of. I love teaching and I love high school, and I loved this year. I want to do this again. So I'm going back to school to get my educators license once kids are a little older and I am coming back. So not goodbyes. Not yet. This year showed me this is something I can do, excel at, and frankly, enjoy. I can teach (I think) and I like it. Plus, it is so special being part of teen's lives. You have to treat that role with respect and know that it is a privilege. I am lucky to have been around these kids for a year. They taught me more about endurance, hope, and friendship that I could have learned anywhere else. They also have a lot against them, but they are strong. And they can do it. I was just their audience and cheerleader for a short time. So I want to come back.
Congratulations to my seniors who graduated and good luck to my juniors and sophomores for next year. Again, a great year. Thanks to each of you. You made it so special.
-Mrs. Morse
